"You know my name," said she, advancing to his side; "I am ignorant of yours."
"Edgar Lindenwood," returned he, and the two walked on together.
CHAPTER XIV.
——"She has dark violet eyes,
A voice as soft as moonlight. On her cheek
The blushing blood miraculous doth range
From sea-shell pink to sunset. When she speaks
Her soul is shining through her earnest face
As shines a moon through its up-swathing cloud.
My tongue's a very beggar in her praise,